This is our camp we had when I hastily left at dusk as Sinbad seemed to be worse.
Along Hat Creek
It was the day after Labor Day and only one guy was there, in a tent at the other end of the small campground. I wonder what thoughts went through his mind as he stood there by his campfire seeing me haul ass out of the camp at 8 pm. I left my little pay stub for that night's camp fee behind on that post. It could still be there.
Sinbad is doing much better. We had a couple more episodes with Saturday evening being the last...so far. I feel so bad for him as he stands there on the counter dry heaving into the sink. I talk to him saying it will be okay and gently pet him, then wipe his mouth off. I feel he looks to me as if to make it all better and I am so helpless. But then he is fine, jumps down off the counter and will lay down next to me in the chair or on the floor at my feet.
Sunday was a good day.